The Devil's Leash
I sold my soul so the Devil would worship me
Red and black collar to remind me
of my favorite necklace. His fist
wrist deep in my babbling brook,
pulling Eve’s sin from my throat.
I am the greatest fool
who lived to the fullest;
sold my soul so the devil
would worship me.
At the end of his leash,
it's easy to believe
His pet is the lead.
At the end of the night,
the devil has bided his time,
He makes sure his best girl
never forgets his molar bite.
The Devil’s Leash, 2025.
by Claudia Jean. Poem written with blood ink. Substack collection.
Written in the dark closet, folding laundry. I catch a glimpse of my naked neck in the foggy mirror. Time slips, pulling me backward into a memory that no longer serves me, but remains my favorite dish. This poem was born from the trauma of obsession and chaotic love.
Prompts featured:
★ Kaitlyn Sunn // sad.magical.girl // babbling brook
★ Arani // circadeacademia // the greatest fool who lived to the fullest
Thank you for reading!
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Poem Undressed
Curious about the nuances? This is one of the more cut and dry poems I’ve written, but here’s some fun facts:
★ I wrote this while playing Sans Solieli by alexisonfire playing on repeat.
★ The cover photo features the forgotten black & red collar.
★ My pain tolerance decreased after enduring bites so deep they’d draw blood and leave galaxy bruises.
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